French Kicks - The 88 lyrics

Biding my time 88 style Be sure that I'm Head in my hands Me and this man Who coughed in his mess And picked at his skin With illicit pills I wanted all that I had feeling What can we do the prince machine Sipping my mug shot It's into your pocket Why can't we take that and phone up to me girl I hate The 88 I hate The 88 Out in no time Thats what they said The central was down Again and again And such a day they Had to ruin I've been so loved in after you I've had nothing Since last evening And if you know me I know you'll let me go I hate The 88 I hate The 88 I hate The 88 I hate The 88 I want to know when to follow